After his eldest daughter Meera Reed and his youngest son Jojen Reed left, under the dim candlelight, Howland Reed kowtowed to the Smiling Tree shield again and prayed silently.
Half a moment.
Then he stood up, read the letter for help from the Duke of Winterfell again, then put it down, found a pen and paper from the drawer, sat at the table, thought for a moment, and wrote a few lines.
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There was silence in the castle in the swamp. There was no sound. Holland Reed sat alone at the table and didn't know what he was writing. It seemed like he was writing a letter. Then after he finished writing, he seriously
He folded the letter paper, put it in the envelope, and threw it on the table.
Then he found a rope, moved a bench, put the rope on the beam, then stepped on the bench and put his neck on it
Early the next morning, a scream broke the silence in Gray Water View.
Holland Reed's eldest daughter Meera came to see him for something, but she found that her father had already been hanged from the rafters. Many short Zedi tribesmen came, including Holland Reed.
His son Jiujian.
However, Jojian acted very calmly like many of the tribesmen around him. He seemed to have foreseen this outcome a long time ago and did not even shed a single tear, while his sister Meira was crying like a tearful person.
After their father committed suicide, Meera and Jojian found the envelope their father left on the desk. After opening it, they saw the content left on it. Then the young siblings called on the rest of the tribe to leave the Neck and migrate to the south, claiming that humans
Unable to resist the invasion of the White Walkers.
However, some people listened to the opinions of Meera and her sister, while more Zelanders were unable to leave their homeland and chose to stay here to help the coalition forces repel the White Walkers.
All time flashed past Viserys' eyes one by one as if he stepped on the accelerator, and Holland Reed stood beside Viserys, looking at himself in the picture with trepidation.
Even a year ago, Holland Reed couldn't help but glance at the corner of the room before hanging himself.
He always felt a little uneasy, as if he was aware of the passers-by in history, just like Brynden Rivers in front of the sacred forest.
They are all people with innate mental powers that are different from ordinary people, so they are extremely sensitive to changes in the details around them.
"You are?"
After personally experiencing a time travel, when he returned to the present again, Howland Reed's eyes changed when he looked at Viserys, filled with shock and astonishment.
He couldn't figure out what happened while he was sleeping?
Have the White Walkers destroyed the world and killed the Heart Tree? The dragon knight of the Targaryen family has become the last lonely traveler in the world?
He could not sense the existence of the Heart Tree, but he sensed the power of the Heart Tree from Viserys.
"Why did you hang yourself?"
However, after reading the whole story, Viserys frowned slightly and was silent for a moment, then turned his head and asked.
"This is about the magic of the Fenlanders, Your Majesty."
"We are praying to the Heart Tree."
Holland Reed calmed down his nervous expression, and then explained very cautiously.
The Zelanders are one of the oldest traditional races in Westeros, and there are still many legends about them in the outside world.
The most common among them is that they master ancient black magic, have frog-like hands, hunt fish, frogs, and lizards for food, and are good at concealment and sneak attacks. If they fight in the swamp, even thousands of troops will not be able to defeat the Zelanders.
"The people of the swamp and the children of the forest are close partners. We once resisted invasion together and believed in the heart tree."
For the people of the marsh, just like the children of the forest, there is no difference between the old and new gods. The new gods and the old gods are just artificial distinctions. The people of the marsh and the children of the forest share the belief in the heart tree, and the weirwood is the source of their power and magic.
"My son Jojen suffered from gray water fever when he was younger. This is a fatal disease. However, the green seer saved him and gave him green vision."
Howland Reed was explaining that just in the past, his son Jojen once said, "He saw it."
He saw the endless swamp frozen, covered with a layer of frost, and the White Walkers finally crossed the Neck on green flames.
That's why Holland Reed left a letter asking all the tribesmen to abandon their homes and flee the Neck. However, he didn't expect that most of the tribesmen would not listen to him after he "hanged himself".
"At that time, I prayed to the Heart Tree, hoping to protect the people of the tribe and get through the difficulties smoothly, and I would turn into a weirwood tree."
"This is a very fair deal. Many children of the forest will choose to turn into a weirwood before they die."
As Holland Reed spoke, he looked down at the vines at his feet. They had lost their vitality after being pulled down by Viserys.
"But it's obvious."
Then the short Zedi man raised his head, looked at the dilapidated environment around him, and shrugged his shoulders.
"My prayers failed. The weirwood trees did not answer my prayers to protect my people."
"Similarly, I didn't turn into a tree."
"You pray to the Heart Tree?"
Viserys was slightly stunned when he heard this. He had absorbed the power of the old god but never knew it had such ability.
And although he could see the past, who knew what Holland Reed was kneeling on the ground muttering about.
"That's right."
"I was once humiliated by several knight attendants at the tourney at Harrenhal. Well, it was the tourney you all know. My short stature was so bullied by them that I didn't dare to fight back."
"Miss Lyanna Stark helped me fight off the squire. Benyan suggested that I should be given a sword and shield so that I could win my dignity."
"I accepted his offer and prayed to the weirwood all night, asking it to give me strength."
"Later, I took the pieced together armor and this shield and defeated those knights, winning dignity for myself."
Holland Reed looked at the smiling tree shield on the table not far away, his eyes a little nostalgic, that was an extremely rare highlight moment in his life.
When Viserys heard this, he was startled again, and then blinked.
He saw the whole picture of that martial arts tournament, the cheek under the knight of the Smiling Tree, and then withdrew his gaze in the next second.
"I thought it was Lyanna standing up for you?"
"No, of course I have earned dignity for myself."
"The Stark brothers saw that I was getting stronger, so they kept silent about it."
"But now I can no longer detect the existence of the Heart Tree."
After a moment of silence, Holland Reed raised his head slightly and spoke again.
"You are not an old god, nor are you a green seer."